Suspicious Minds [Darkiplier/Markiplier x Reader]

Chapter Eleven: Darkiplier (Part 1)

Disclaimer: No, there is no Glitch Bitch (Antisepticeye) appearances in the chapter, nor will there be in any part of my story. I'm sorry to disappoint you.
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The whole group made their trek to Dark's cell, Mark being the first to step forward to unlock it. Red and Creepiplier were behind The Doctor and Mark. They caged the door so that Dark couldn't make a move to escape as Mark and The Doctor made their way in.

You stood further away, but close enough that you could hear them. His voice was still heavily distorted, but he sounded as if he had just woke up.

"Why are you here?" Dark said, sounding confused, "Get your filthy hands off of me!" You could hear grunting and struggling. It all stopped and Mark carried Dark's limp form down the hallway.

They carried him far away from the lab, the walk felt like it took forever. Since you were in the back, you could only see Dark's upper body hanging off Mark's shoulder.

Once they threw Dark in the designated cell, The Doctor went in and gave him the actual serum. Dark let out a blood curdling scream that rang throughout the halls. The Doctor sprinted out of the room.

"Go!" Mark shouted as he slammed the door shut, locking it. Everyone ran as fast as they could to The Doctor's lab, with Mark following in the back.

Everyone piled in through the lab door, Mark turned and sealed it. You let a breath you didn't know you were holding, feeling your knees grow weak. Mark walked next to you and put his arm around your waist to stabilize you.

"That was more time consuming than I thought it would be. We now have 30 minutes until he awakes." The Doctor glanced at his watch and back to you, "Whatever you must do to prepare yourself, do it."

Mark told you that he was going to help keep Dark out. Both of you knew how powerful Dark was and that he wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted.

Red sat in a chair next to Creepiplier, Red making casual glances at you. The Doctor stood at his main workstation, typing furiously on his laptop. You slumped down to the floor, leaning against a shelf. Mark sat next to you.

Your brain conjured up everything that could possibly go wrong. Mark, having sensed your turmoil, took hold of your hand. He squeezed it gently to give reassurance and you rested your head on his shoulder.

"He should be awake now." The Doctor's voice interrupted the silence. A faint scream was heard, confirming The Doc's words. You felt Mark in your mind again, strengthening the walls you worked so hard to build.

A few minutes after Dark had woke up, you felt him probing your mind. He didn't get far, luckily. Still, he continued pushing and didn't show signs of giving up soon.

"Mark," You realized something, the color draining from your face. "Does Wilford's room prevent him from using magic?"

"Yeah." All eyes in the room were on you as Mark answered.

"Does Dark's room do the same?" You asked and see Mark's expression fall.

"Oh, fuck." Mark ran his fingers through his hair, releasing your hand. "How could I forget that?"

"What the fuck do we do?" You jumped up and started pacing, "He can teleport, Mark! There's no where we can run!"

"We have to seal him in." Mark stood with you, he was trying to figure out how to execute his idea. "He wouldn't be able to leave until I unlock the bunker."

"Tell us what to do." The Doctor chimed in, everybody was on their feet and circled around Mark.

"First of all, shutting down a place this place will take time." Mark said.